It's amazing how in life-squeezing moments self –endowment comes to bite your rather beautiful ass. You know you could be doing far much better had a certain opportunity been presented to you a wee bit earlier or had you been a little more vigilant instead of throwing yourself mercilessly in the path of the Unknown.
It's usually during the finals I take a deep look inside my own life and get pre-final-philosophical-syndrome. Everything seems more meaningful than what should actually be meaningful at the moment like Oh I don't know, the annoying math book, the ugly repulsive accounting handouts, instead something as diminutive and trivial as male psychology or mid-life crisis gets a brutal hold of my attention, throwing me in a frenzy of awkward dilemma un-tapping the well hidden fiend in me.
Anyways I should go back to staring stubbornly at my math book, planning my future as an astronaut/archeologist saving the humanity from famine ….
OVOT
